Seven hundred and eighty-six chapters decisive battle (twelve)
The hypocrite Sophokli has unknown abilities and unknown trump cards. He is a rare brain among the big demons who think with muscles. Although he has many records, he has demonstrated abilities of different natures. Too much messy and uncertain information is equal to
No information.◎,
He obviously deliberately obscured his true information, and his true strength has always been hidden in the shadows.
Judging from his past experience and character, he was more of a devil than a devil when it came to playing tricks and intrigues. However, his contact with him at that time also proved that he was also an overly cautious and cunning being.
During the Battle of Hades, he broke the contract several times due to changes in the situation and regretted his shamelessness. When he found that the situation was not good, he rowed without moral integrity throughout the whole process. In the end, he shamelessly bowed his head and admitted defeat. If these stories were spread, it could be said that
It is a disgrace to the Lord God.
The same is true in the Principality of Sara. Even if he opened the gate of the abyss, he only sent his subordinates to test carefully. After discovering that we were on the opposite side, he gave up the plan to come by force without hesitation, even though he never said he gave up.
Being resourceful, calculating, and cautious is the way to survive, but it is not the way for a leader to be domineering, and it is not in line with his status as the top of the world.
It can be said that among all the Lord Gods of the Abyss, the hypocrite Sophokli is at the bottom. Whether it is reputation or strength, he is not favored by the world.
But being able to survive until now does not prove that his path may not be wrong.
At this time, I couldn't see through him.
The hero's armor of light does not have any holy light. The dark demon in gorgeous armor spreads its wings, and the bat wings that are hundreds of meters spread out, but what is flapping is not the strong wind.
Those wings are gathering light.
All the light is moving closer, and each light particle is captured by the black wings, or in other words, all the brilliance is being swallowed by it.
The black bat wings were fully unfolded, covering the entire sky, and all the brilliance gathered and wasted on them, making them look like angels. Under the reflection of the brilliance, the originally ferocious face turned into a calm one.
Only then did I see his face clearly. The facial features that were supposed to be there were all melted away. The faceless man in pitch black transformed into a black shadow that swallowed light.
Under the cover of brilliance, Sophokli's face at this time was like a twisted black hole, blurred for a while, the wings of light and the wings of darkness overlapped. There was a faint chant around the multi-winged devil, black
The horns are wrapped with the magic pattern of the cross.
The great devil descended from the sky, accompanied by darkness and light at the same time. This strange sense of sacredness and ritual made it look more like an angel than a devil.
This is definitely not an ability that a big demon should have, let alone what that armor can do. On the contrary, that gorgeous armor is covering up and suppressing his true posture.
I vaguely feel that Sophocles in this matter is his true face. A mixture of light and darkness.
But what puzzled me the most was his attitude of fighting me to the death at all costs. This was a huge change from the way he used to fight with the wind.
"Fighting to help Danatis? This is absolutely impossible. What is he doing for?"
Today's battlefield attracted too much attention, and Sofokli showed his strength without hesitation, which was completely inconsistent with his usual character.
Originally, we picked our opponents based on the difference in our own strength. The strongest Titan dealt with Danatis, and I faced Sofokli, who seemed to lack the will to fight. But at this time, he had no intention of communicating at all and decided on his own.
I was out of full-strength fighting mode, and it seemed like I was unlucky again.
But Sophocle will not give me a chance to doubt. At this time, even if I suppress the doubts in my heart, I can only fight hard——
While the battlefield on the Western Front was gradually upgraded to an epic mythical battlefield as the war progressed, the war on the Eastern Front could not stop.
The putrid monsoon blew through the mountains. Large swaths of dark clouds gathered together, violent storms fell unnaturally, and the dawn sun also pierced this evil sky.
As if they were already prepared for the heavy rain, the pastors of the southern sect raised up the light of redemption one after another. Wherever the light shrouded the place, no evil raindrops could fall.
The dark clouds were dispersed by the light, and among the thickest dark clouds, men's curses and cries of pain could be faintly heard.
But above the dark clouds, a cruel dragon battle is also going on.
Yes, dragon battle, a dragon battle where one can defeat a hundred.
In the sky, the angry king of tyranny rolled himself into a ball. Two huge dragon heads couldn't help but spit out flames and ice. The spread flames instantly evaporated the famous long river water here, and the hell explosion followed.
, turning it into a desert and a scorching hell in an instant.
But at this time, the arrogant Lord of the Devil encountered the biggest crisis in his life.
Hundreds of ancient dragons are attacking this "dragon clan's rebellion and shame", "the living dragon clan's black history".
The red dragon was flying at high speed, spitting out flames. The bronze dragon jumped on Salwinstein's back, tearing its dragon scales apart with its hard claws. Even the weak and stupid green dragon and white dragon grew into ancient dragons.
Later, it was also an extremely terrifying war beast.
Dragon's breath and dragon's power have become the most worthless things on the battlefield. The magic resistance of both sides is astonishingly high, but their spellcasting abilities are average. The result is that this dragon battle can easily turn into a bloody biting aerial battle.
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At this time, it was a competition to see who had the thicker skin and whose claws were sharper. Obviously, in this aspect, Sal Weinstein was surprisingly powerful.
There are dragons constantly falling from the air, and dragons are constantly rising from the ground. With the joint efforts of the three dragon cities, today's dragon army does not need to worry about the lack of follow-up, and it only needs to gradually weaken it.
That's enough.
But today's protagonist does not belong to the legendary Dragon City.
The translucent wings of night danced in the sky, but Pop's body was shrouded in a black mist, and only his scarlet pupils shone with a strange brilliance.
The dragon of death, the dragon of Hades, the dragon of death.
The messengers of the underworld did not reveal their appearance. The fog that enveloped the dragon's body was also a kind of protection for others.
After all, as the incarnation of death, it is their instinct to spread death. Weak beings on the main plane may die directly if they see their true form or are stared at by their eyes.
The bloody battle in Hades that day was staged again. Amid the siege by other dragon clans, the Hades dragons flew in high-speed circles and carried out clever hunting.
They, surrounding the powerful "Devil Lord", would lower their heads and launch breath attacks from time to time. They did not need to participate in melee combat at all. The breath of death air was more dangerous and deadly than any existing dragon breath.
The physical resistance and magic resistance that the Dragon Clan is proud of are meaningless in the face of the death aura of Hades.
Every time he was spit out by the Dark Dragon, Sal Weinstein no longer didn't care because he had just started the war. He had not yet seen through the characteristics of the Dark Dragon, but it did not prevent him from discovering that something was wrong. With every breath he took, he was getting closer to the end of his life.
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Sal Weinstein was tired. The memory of repeated defeats in recent years appeared in his mind, and inexplicable fear filled his heart.
"Am I going to be crushed to death by this group of low-level lizards?"
He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape among the dragons.
But the familiar power fluctuation in the west made him want to rush to the battlefield on the Western Front immediately. (To be continued.)
